Last day

I've been up for about an hour. We moved to a new hotel last night in order to stay on, but this one is located just beneath a skybucket thingamagig. It makes a lot of noise. I completely empathize with people living with the sound of wind turbines. This kind of aural pollution must be shockingly bad for your health. E, of course, is sleeping soundly. He raised his head at about the time I woke up and said, "If you don't mind, I'm going to sleep a little longer." Really? Who is he trying to kid, I thought.

We should be sleeping off a super late night , but we're not. It was a fabulous night, but we were in bed early and asleep as soon as we were in bed.

David Usher was a sexy showman, crooning in the multicoloured dry ice clouds on the stage, he kept up bilingual banter and leaned into his mike to sing songs that were lyric and beautiful. It was a balmy, breath-warm night. We waited for a while to get our table, but it had a great view of the stage and we were able to relax and enjoy the view of the square and the show while drinking and eating, which was far more comfortable than trying to squeeze onto a patch of lawn along with various dogs and small, shrill children.

There are many of both here. I've been watching the couples, though. I keep wondering what draws people together and what keeps them that way. After thinking about the film some more, I think Polley was also examining women's desire for pure sex rather than comfortable affection. Cute as Seth Rogen is, Luke Kirby, the actor playing the love interest is far more angular and intense, soulful and seductive. Perhaps that kind of raw physical attraction matters more than women acknowledge. Or maybe people just seek out someone who reflects back aspects of themselves that they have or want to have. Looking at couples over the past few days, I think that many look well-matched in terms of stature, colouring, and features. Do we unconsciously look for someone who mirrors our own physical traits? Or do people who live together slowly adapt to reflect each other somehow?

Another, more pressing question for me is does this similitude eventually lead to boredom? Is that what's behind our cultural preoccupation with infidelity? What drives this desire to deviate from what is safe and familiar?